<html> <head> <title>Sowelo</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/sowelo.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Long-branch_Sol.svg"><img src="../img/runes/sowelo.svg" alt="Sowelo rune" title="Sowelo rune"></a></p> <h1>Sowelo</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: sun</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>impending challenging surprise</li> <li>rapid spiritual awakening</li> <li>restorative vitality</li> <li>blessings</li> <li>courage</li> <li>unpleasant unexpected change</li> <li>you will be cared for in the end</li> <li>escape from stagnation</li> <li>there is reason for hope</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>arrogance</li> <li>cruelty</li> <li>overreliance on external validation/guidance</li> </ul> <p>Sowelo can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>making one's mark on the world</li> <li>restoring one's energy</li> <li>victory through individual will</li> </ul> <hr> <p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Sigel semannum symble biþ on hihte,<br>ðonne hi hine feriaþ ofer fisces beþ,<br>oþ hi brimhengest bringeþ to lande.</blockquote> <blockquote>The sun is ever a joy in the hopes of seafarers<br>when they journey away over the fishes' bath,<br>until the courser of the deep bears them to land.</blockquote> <p>Norwegian rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Sól er landa ljóme;<br>lúti ek helgum dóme.</blockquote> <blockquote>Sun is the light of the world;<br>I bow to the divine decree.</blockquote> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p>What comes after<br/> disaster?<br/> What follows<br/> the worst possible outcome?</p> <p>The wind in its wealth carries your words:<br/> <i>keep going, get a move on.</i></p> <p>I was told <strong>the Eschaton<br/> was but a cleansing that stretched out long</strong><br/> to destroy all that prevented me<br/> from accepting<br/> my title as Solstice and my being as Lethe,<br/> but I've achieved both<br/> and all still grows worse<br/> and I know not how much longer I can drag<br/> this body of mine writing verses in red<br/> before I end up lifeless, drained, inert<br/> in the back of a hearse.</p> <p>You said we were palm pals, that you'd spend your life<br/> keeping me non-feral, safe, happy at your side.<br/> But my hand<br/> stands<br/> empty, cold, bleeding out<br/> and held up to the sky to catch the sun before in clouds<br/> it drowns.</p> <p>How much longer to go? How much more time to wait<br/> until the tragedy leaves me and the sorrow abates?<br/> You promised I'd be dead by May,<br/> assured me in the dead of night<br/> as from anxiety I could not stifle a weep.<br/> And I know it's not your fault<br/> it was a promise you could not keep.<br/> Not all in the future you can see clearly enough to tell<br/> and even if plans are made, ever-shifting is the Veil.</p> <p>Blanketed by thunder at four forty-four,<br/> arm around my waist to hold me secure.<br/> The moon reflects the rays of the sun,<br/> but it cannot do so all of the time.<br/> So when plumbs on the dark, my love,<br/> grant me the light to survive.</p> </blockquote> </body> </html>